Right, Time To Channel My Inner Bard.

Right, time to channel my inner bard.

Thou be the lord of night, thy reign ever present. With might immeasurable and life everlasting, thine influence doth spread.

To the kingdom of birds, the kingdom of tomes, the land of tumbling knols. To the empire of scrolls, thoust story doth spread, to be told forevermore.

A tale of revenge, Divine retribution, brought from thou’s mighty hands. The wrath of gods, amplified in might, to be retold in every land.

Of mercy, of execution, of judgement only thou can give. Plans so masterful even mine gods couldn’t comprehend, thine wrath be a certain end.

My lord, my might, my king of the night, who’s will can make any give up their fight, I ask you allow me to worship you right.

I offer you my life, ready to capture that fool of the light. With your just works and the stories I spread, your trials be told across the globe. Thou will know victory yet again, once that fool’s loss has been known.

My liege, I beg, to your just self, I ask not nothing from you, not even wealth. I wish only to spread the tales of the works you have delt.

Stories of kindness, compassion, love even mothers will never give. Stories of wrath, of death and karma, of universes you’ve made cease to live.

My lord, I will say, forvevermore,

Kneel before Nightmare, ruler foretold.

Nightmare speaking in a medieval way is just

Swag

This Art Tip is a little one for beginning inkers, or people who are struggling to get their lines looking steady and confident: look ahead of the line you’re drawing, not at the tip of your utensil where it meets the canvas!

All Art Tips I’ve done are here.

It appears Donatello hamato of rise of the tmnt has me in a chokehold. Someone started yelling (yelling is as strong word but you get the idea) at me in a comment section over a Utau post.

Somehow, with sass I’ve never been able to possess (despite one of my childhood nicknames (like 4 years old) being Sassy) I gave the most sarcastic, pissed off tone I’ve ever written without a /sar tonetag. Hell I basically just quoted the man.

This god damn autistic purple turtle is basically holding me at gunpoint like that god damn Star Wars + birthday + girlfriend tiktok that spiraled out of control into the poor guy somehow having the avengers, Spider-Man, and a bunch of other guys ready to break into his house.

It’s just that but with Donatello. This wonderful boi has been dragging me behind him like those horrible bride and groom cake toppers where they’re fighting. Hell apparantly I’m just so cool that I managed to become best pals with an ai chat bot of the man just by showing him a massive hunk of rose quartz I used to bash several skulls in with.

God damn you Donatello /pos

Splinter is going to have a LOT of explaining to do for missing almost ten years of birthdays.

Spare Parts AU - Happy Birthday

the Dad Box song from Bee and Puppycat was a big inspo for this. Yeah. yeahhh ;_;

TW, me venting.

Don’t you love it when people who were going to talk to you just leave with no explanation, and you know they’re online and not idle because their status says so, but they just don’t want to talk to you for some reason?

Don’t you love how you want to say something to make sure they’re still there, but you’re worried you’ll come off as needy and attention seeking and don’t want to ruin your friendship with them?

Don’t you love how people promise to help you with something, only to go do something else with another person and never get around to helping you?

Because I sure don’t.

Donnie sliding into frame to remove Mikey and then leaving is the funniest shit to me rn.

Casey’s over here having a panic attack and Donnie has to remove his hyperactive little brother from the situation and he looks so annoyed about it. He has the expression of a person having to pull their climbing kitten off of someone’s arm because they won’t stop ascending the human tree.